Chapter 2 Refers to

"Young Master..."

Hearing the Jiang family's mother sarcastic, Aunt Liu couldn't help but whisper.

If it were in the past, the young master would have clenched his fists, glared at him, and became angry.

But everyone knew that he didn't dare to do it.

To their surprise, Hong Fan did not have an attack, just nodded and said nothing.

He did not hate the Jiang family's mother, and his disgust came more from inherited memories and emotions.

The issue of dietary deduction is not a day or two, but has been like this since I entered the clan school at the age of fifteen.

After a little thought, you will know that how can a servant do such a harsh manner as the son of the clan leader - even the concubine's son without a mother - be able to do this?

[The long-term lack of sufficient nutritional supplements and excessive martial arts practice should be the main reason for the sudden death of "I".]

Hong Fan thought.

Aunt Liu was afraid that the young master would be depressed, so she deliberately wanted to change the topic, but when she saw Hong Fan just waved her hand casually, a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

I can’t even eat meat, can I still want to have a nightlife?

He opened the window and door to make a breath. He sat down at the table, held up chopsticks, and prepared to eat.

"It's cold outside, let's go to the room to have a meal."

The master and servant were eating silently.

On the way back, she was extremely brisk.

But it's enough to make it heard in the yard.

Aunt Liu stood on one side without taking a seat.

Every summer and autumn, Aunt Liu would borrow a ladder to pick flowers and fruits, and sell it to subsidize the household income.

The yard is about ten meters square, and a Y-shaped road leading to two low rooms is paved with stone slabs from the gate of the yard.

That should be the mother of the original owner of the body, a concubine of a maid.

"It's okay, aunt."

The moonlight passes through the door, and the wall is slanted white.

Hong Fan murmured to himself, holding the tree trunk with both hands, and doing a few simple squats.

Only in the southeast corner is the only tall tree.

She was also surprised that even in the most difficult years when the girl died, she rarely cried.

Hong Fan stood in front of the tree.

To his surprise, this body muscle, which was still in a weak state, was unexpectedly powerful.

Three or four squats without loads, and there is almost no consumption.

"How many generations of slaves have been born..."

Its flowers can be eaten, and the pods, leaves, and roots can clear away heat and detoxify, and can be used as medicine.

This is the first time the two of them have eaten together.

Hong Fan just realized it after hearing this.

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On the second day, the clock is right (8:00 to 9:00 in the morning).

Of course Aunt Liu couldn't understand these words.

Whenever a person has hope, even the stars in the sky will shine into a sun.

[People are iron, and rice is steel; the problem of eating must be solved first.]

When I looked at each other, I saw that the latter had no resentment he had worried about, but was as clear as the sky and bright as the sky.

With the barking and scolding of dogs coming from afar, he quickly fell asleep.

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Hong Fan's room is small, and the bedroom with bed is integrated with the reception hall.

This is a locust tree.

There are no candles in the room, but they look particularly bright.

After using up, Aunt Liu cleaned up the dishes.

He pointed at the stone table and said.

But today, there is no sadness in my heart, but I can't stop the tears.

"With such a poor background, can't you give it to a top-level system?"

On the round table, two bowls of rice were placed on the left and right, with a plate of green vegetables and a plate of beans in the middle.

Apart from the sporadic areas on the edge, the ground in the courtyard is rammed land that is trampled to the point of being trampled, and there is no growth of grass and trees.

Opposite the table, Hong Fan chewed very carefully and swallowed slowly, as if he wanted to squeeze out all the nutrients in the food.

He knew that this old locust tree was the hero of the master and servant.

Hong Fan retelled softly, and a confused woman appeared in his memory.

This time, the Jiang family's voice was not too high, and it was obviously a concern.

After the master and servant finished their breakfast, Aunt Liu sent the food basket back; Hong Fan walked slowly in the unique yard to act as exercise.

Upon hearing this, Aunt Liu quickly looked up and looked at her son worriedly.

Aunt Liu held the bowl he was holding high to cover up the tears that kept falling into the bowl.

【No wonder the courtyard wall is damaged, but the tree is intact.】

He said to himself.

For ten days, he has been lying on the sickbed, and Aunt Liu accompanied him to feed him.

The words stopped and laughter came out.

"In this world, is there a young master who can't even eat meat?"

But she felt suddenly hope in her heart.

Aunt Liu was afraid that the young master would complain, so she was about to persuade him, but she was robbed of the white paper again.

Hong Fan was not healed from serious injury and felt weak, so he went back to bed to rest.

As soon as these words came out, Aunt Liu couldn't help but fall silent.

【Or you can do some simple exercise.】

This is exactly what Aunt Liu wants.

She took the bowls and chopsticks, turned around and saw the young master's back hidden in the dark room.

"I am the maid of my wife, how can I sit with the young master?"

"Auntie is just joking. What kind of young master am I?

Aunt Liu said in confusion.

Hong Fan didn't care and continued to speak: "And Aunt Liu and I are called master and servant, but they are actually relying on each other for their own lives."

"If Auntie Ruo doesn't eat with me in this Hong family's mansion, can I go to find the eldest lady and the eldest son?"

In the laughter, there is a touch of sadness that cannot be suppressed.

So, she finally couldn't resist her life and sat down at the table.

"Damn, I graduated from a prestigious school and was proud of my workplace. I was about to reach the peak of my life, so I sent it to the old society. God, a thief..."

"Young Master..."

"Why are the young master talking and joking?"

Hong Fan was seriously injured for ten days, and she slept so sweetly for the first time.

This time Aunt Liu understood.

"How many generations of slaves still want to eat meat every meal. If you don't have the ability, you can practice martial arts sooner or later..."

After getting up today, he felt that his body had improved a lot compared to yesterday, and his chest was no longer as weak as fire.

Hong Fan thought of it, patted the tree trunk and put away the memories.

As soon as she responded, she saw the young master holding his hands, staggering back to the room, and shaking his head and sneering.

The tree is more than ten meters high and although its branches are a little crooked, the bare trunk is full of tender leaves at this time, showing vitality.

Aunt Liu packed up the dishes and saw that the young master had fallen asleep, so she carefully tucked the corners of the quilt for him, closed the doors and windows and sent the tableware and lunch boxes back to the kitchen.

Not only that, after she walked outside the yard, she deliberately made a sarcasm.

It was already dark outside the window, but Aunt Liu had not lit the lights.

When he returned to the side room, Aunt Liu was still unable to sleep, but in the end she got up and bowed in front of the Bodhisattva tablet at the corner of the house for a few rounds before she fell asleep.

Hong Fan did not ask—it was nothing more than frugality, or he had used up all the lamps, oil, fire candles.

On the other side, the Jiang family saw that the other party was silent and thought he was victorious. He glanced at Aunt Liu and turned around and went out.

Hong Fan Qianqian moved his muscles and bones all over his body and thought.

Hong Fan asked casually.

Speaking of which, there was no change today - instead, the meat that had been used for several days was cut off again.

Combined with the many shallow fist marks on the courtyard wall, this is obviously the result of "Hong Fan"'s daily practice.

"Auntie, why don't you sit down and have a meal?"

It was getting dark outside.

[After all, I have a physical constitution that has been practicing martial arts all year round. My internal injuries have not healed and are still much better than many white-collar workers.]

"A third-class master is worthy of showing off his might?"

[There must be credit for the improvement of food these days.]

The young master was seriously injured for ten days, and the old servant sent out a piece of treasure brocade, which only changed to meat for seven days.

"I have been struggling for a long time and turned around and let me achieve a well-off life. It's really a matter of going back to the pre-liberation..."

Hong Fan complained in a voice that only he could hear.
Chapter completed!